"Conceal me what I am,"
Because I rarely speak of it anyway.
"Become a form of my intent"
'Cause tho I may say
THAT the BLOOD has WASHED aWAY
I STRAY, and EVer beTRAY.
But today is a whole new day.
And when He speaks demons cease.
Love
My dove,
Don't shove me away,
or my heart might...
To hold thy soul is Grace.
Retold thru holes of lace.
Albaster master...
Dolled up for me, (break) my will,
Takes my breathe, makes me ill.
"Till death..."
Unless,
I am killed.